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Lani Lynn Vale returns with her second book in The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC series – HALLIGAN TO MY AXE! MC’s, Firefighters, sizzling hot romance? You won’t want to miss this one!

Halligan To My Axe

The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #2

by Lani Lynn Vale

Publication: October 31st 2014

You’re the Halligan…Kettle had it all. Until he didn’t.He lost it all in a moment. One heart stopping, soul shattering moment, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.From that day forward, he stayed away from relationships.Then he responded to a possible fire and there she was, rocking his world when he didn’t want it to be rocked.To My…Adeline was just a schoolteacher. She lived a boring life.Until she stole something.And it didn’t have anything to do with the sexy firefighter’s heart.Oh, she stole that, too, even if he didn’t want it to be stolen.Axe…Kettle didn’t realize just what kind of trouble Adeline was in until it nearly ripped her from his life.There was no way anything was taking that away from him.Not again.One man was about to see up close and personal what fury looked like on the face of The Dixie Wardens MC’s enforcer.

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Chapter 1

The only fire he can’t put out is the one inside my heart.

-Adeline’s future self

Adeline

“What is that smell?” I sniffed.

Getting up, I followed the smell with my nose until I wound up in my bathroom.

“What the hell is that?” I gasped as I saw smoke seeping through the floor of my bathroom.

“Oh, my God!” I wheezed.

Running to my room, I made a mad dash for my cell phone and started dialing 911 immediately.

“Um, yes. This is Adeline Sheffield. I live in the apartment complex of Hunter Hollows, apartment 1B. I can smell smoke, and something weird coming through the floor of my bathroom. I’m not really sure if anything is on fire, per say, but there is so much coming through my floor that it’s leaving a hazy film in the air.”

“Alright, we’ll have the fire department and an officer alerted right now. Can you give me your physical address?” The woman asked.

I rattled off the address and hung up despite the woman’s concern for me to stay connected.

I didn’t have time for that.

If I had to evacuate, I needed to start collecting my pets. Pronto.

Running through my apartment, I started looking in Monty’s usual haunts, but couldn’t find him.

“Monty, you big bastard. Where are you?” I hissed when I didn’t find him under the couch, above the mantle, or in the kitchen sink.

I knew he couldn’t be in with the rest of my newly acquired friends, because I’d kept the door closed, and he was just too darn big to get in without me opening the door for him first.

“BFD! Mrs. Sheffield?” A man’s deep baritone voice echoed from the living room.

“Damn. Piss. Monty, you asshole.” I growled before running back to the front door.

Disengaging the locks, I yanked the door open with barely concealed frustration and about fell on my ass when a fist the size of a phone book came inches away from slamming into my head.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Phone book hand asked.

I waved a dismissive hand. “I’m fine. You didn’t touch me. Is the apartment downstairs on fire?”

The firefighter, who was taller than my door jam, shook his head as if he was confused. “I’m sorry. We don’t know yet. You were the lady that called it in?”

At my nod, he continued. “Can I see the source of the smoke? We’re trying to get management to let us in, but since there’s no visible smoke from the outside, we’re not allowed to enter without permission.”

I turned and said, “Sure. Just close the door. I don’t want Monty getting out.”

That was if the slippery bastard wasn’t already out. He was prone to do that from time to time. Not that anyone in my complex knew that. He always came back. He’d get hungry, and he was a really lazy boy.

“It’s coming through the floor in my bathroom. There’s a really weird smell to it.” I said as I lead the large, intimidating man into my sanctuary.

“Nice bed.” The man rumbled.

The man’s voice was to die for, and somehow familiar.

I shivered as the low, deep tone of his voice slithered down my spine.

Smiling, I looked over my shoulder at him and my breath caught in my throat. The man was even more attractive inside where I could see his face. And I knew him. I’d seen him around town more than once. It’s a small town, and really hard not to start recognizing people when you see them on your way to work every day.

The man ran. Daily. With his shirt off.

I sat on my porch every morning and watched as he ran from one side of the road I lived on, to the other.

Then I move to the front and watch him make a full circuit through the complex’s parking lot before I have to leave for work.

Then I might possibly pass him on the way to work, depending on how far he ran that morning.

He was tan, and had the most piercing pale blue eyes I’d ever seen.

That wasn’t even mentioning the rock hard abs, and the sexy grooves that ran down his stomach to form a V at the base of his abdomen.

Unfortunately, the helmet on his head kept me from seeing his hair color, and the jacket and pants kept me from seeing the rest of him, which was truly saddening, but I knew he was gorgeous.

What I came up with one morning, however, was that he was either taken or gay. ‘Cause nobody that polished and good looking could be anything but. Life didn’t work like that.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to distract myself from asking if he wanted to join me on my nice bed.

Then his nose wrinkled as he took a sniff and grimaced. “Weed.”

My stomach rumbled, and I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

“Huh?” I asked, taking a step further to the side to let him see my bathroom floor, or lack thereof, since there was now so much smoke in there that a blanket of it was making the floor nearly impossible to see.

Which was why when a large slithering body started to curl around my foot and then further up my leg I let out a startled shriek.

The shriek made the big man beside me react instantly, looking around as he tried to spy the threat that was looming over me. “What is it?” He asked urgently.

I placed my hand over my heart, willing it to slow.

“Nothing. It’s just Monty.” I said, leaning down and picking up my six foot long Burmese Python off the floor and settling him firmly around my neck and shoulders.

The man looked at me as if he couldn’t believe I’d just picked up a snake the size of a pool noodle. “What?” I asked in confusion.

The man shook himself again. “Nothing. Can you come downstairs? I don’t want to keep you up here just in case. Will your, ah… snake, run away…I mean slither away if you take him without his cage?”

I nearly laughed at the large man as his eyes kept dodging around the room looking for means of escape.

So he wasn’t a snake person, was he? Maybe I shouldn’t show him my other room. He might get a little freaked out.

I followed him out of the apartment and came to a stop on the landing. “Do I need to lock it?” I asked thoughtfully.

He stopped four steps down, and it put me right at eye level with him. Geez, how tall was this guy? Eight feet?

“Nah,” he said. “We’re just going to be right down there. It’s probably nothing, anyway.”

I nodded, and then followed him down until he came to a stop before another big man. Only this one wasn’t as tall as him. And he was in just the bottom part of the bunker gear. His jacket was laying on the passenger seat of the big, red fire truck that was parked right outside my front door.

Wow. They sure did know how to grow ‘em in the South, didn’t they?

***

Kettle

Holy shit. The woman was hot.

And I’d nearly hit her over the head with my fist when I went to knock on her door.

That would’ve been fun to explain to my superiors. ‘I accidentally whacked her in the face when I was knocking on the door. I didn’t mean to knock her out. Promise.’

On the bright side, I knew her name.

Adeline Sheffield.

It didn’t fit her. Not with all those tattoos. She looked more like a Cat, or a Roxie.

The woman was hotter than fuck.

She had black hair that was slicked back into a funky ponytail at the tiptop of her head, and she was wearing a killer pair of jeans that made her ass look like a dream.

The shirt she was wearing was skimpy, and most likely was an undershirt of some sort. It showed off her small breasts perfectly, and I could make out every single bump of her hard nipples and areola.

It also showed off the multiple tattoos on her back, forearm, shoulder, and wrist.

Sebastian, who’d been watching the happenings going on at the bottom apartment, snapped his eyes to the woman. They promptly widened when he saw her.

Or maybe it was the six foot fucking snake wrapped around her neck and shoulders.

“Uhh, yeah. We’ve gotten calls to this place before. The man underneath you is dying of liver cancer and imbibes from time to time to control the pain. He lives with his teenage grandson, and the grandson isn’t known for his restraint. They’re probably lighting up together like they’ve done countless times before.” Sebastian said, tilting his head slightly, trying to figure the woman out.

“Mr. Bonner? I thought he was just kind of crazy. I guess it makes sense though. How sad.” Adeline replied morosely.

A commotion coming from the end of the parking lot had us all turning to see a frazzled woman in stilettos and the shortest skirt I’d ever seen running towards us.

Her tits were bouncing like the little bobble head dolls you see on dashboards, and looked perilously close to popping out of her skimpy little tube top all together if she didn’t slow down.

“I’m so sorry,” Bouncy Boobs apologized. “I was on a date. Which apartment do you need into?”

Adeline snorted. “Must have been some date.”

I barely contained my laugh in time before BB was bouncing her way to us.

“1A, ma’am.” Sebastian replied soberly.

He wasn’t in a laughing mood, apparently.

“Yes, yes,” she said hustling to the door.

The back looked even worse than the front. I could make out the red outline of her thong just above her slip of a skirt, and if I had to guess, a cell phone tucked into the back so-called pocket.

Nice.

“There you go; is there anything else I can help you with?” BB asked.

We waited patiently as the woman backed up and walked back to her car, not even giving the men entering into one of her properties another thought.

“Umm, is that your cat?” Sebastian asked worriedly, looking up at the window ledge of her apartment.

Adeline cursed soundly when she saw her cat leaning out the open window to her apartment. She disentangled herself from the snake, and thrust the beast into my hands before taking off at a sprint.

Now that was the type of ass you should be looking at and appreciating, I thought.

“The last time someone asked you to hold their snake it was that transvestite at the bar in Minneapolis.” Sebastian observed lightly.

“Fuck off,” I said as I held the large snake in my hands at arm’s length.

“Give it to me and go check out the apartment. Be careful.” He ordered.

Handing the thing off gladly, I walked slowly into the apartment.

It was cluttered.

Furniture lined the walls from one side of the doorjamb to the other, and in some places pieces stood two deep. In fact, there was a couch in front of a couch that had a coffee table in front of it.

This could almost qualify as hoarders, furniture style.

“Benton Fire Department!” I yelled once I cleared the first room.

After not hearing a reply, I cleared the kitchen, and then went to the back bedroom.

The smoke was thicker in the hallway, meaning whatever was done, was done in the bedroom area. Which explained why it was coming up through Adeline’s floor.

“BFD!” I yelled again.

Then had to control a snicker. It got to me every single time.

BFD-Big Fucking Deal! Just kidding.

After getting my inner giggles under control, ‘cause apparently it wasn’t manly to giggle, I walked into the first bedroom and sighed.

We had a stiffy.

Reaching for my radio, I called over the airwaves. “Stiffy.”

“Copy.” Sebastian confirmed.

How did I know it was a stiffy? The man, who’d obviously been enjoying his weed based on the fifteen joints just in the first ashtray, was doing the thousand yard stare, and not from the high he’d gotten.

The thousand yard stare, in the medical field, was roughly based on a dead person having that ‘look;’ the one where there wasn’t any life left there to give their eyes ‘depth.’

This man was sporting that look, not to mention that his chest wasn’t moving.

“What the fuck man, you said he was dead, not that he was murdered.” Dallas whined.

Dallas was a good kid. He was twenty-two and had passed the firefighter certification just a few months ago.

He was also the Mayor of Benton’s son. The mayor had also been a firefighter, himself, before he’d had a heart attack and his wife put her foot down, insisting that he leave the service before he died and left their young family alone.

Dallas was a quick learner, and didn’t get pissed when you told him to do something he thought was below him like I’d seen some do.

He was also interested in prospecting for the Dixie Wardens.

The Dixie Wardens was my club.

I’d joined with Sebastian over ten years ago now, and I thought of them as family.

I’d been on the fence about them when Sebastian had mentioned the club to me the first time. Benton was a small town, and I knew that the town would know everything that went on with the club. I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to be in the middle of town gossip for the rest of my life.

At the time, I was young and loved riding my Shovelhead wherever the hell I felt like it. I wasn’t so sure belonging to a club was a way to stay free, to be what I wanted to be. There was no one and nothing stopping me from riding for two days straight like I’d been known to do now and then. Then Sebastian suggested patching in, having someone to share the road with if I ever wanted it, and my life had changed.

Suddenly, I had an enormous family.

A family that gave a shit about me and, by default, my sister when previously we’d had nobody.

“Alright, I’ll be right outside. Make sure the body doesn’t go anywhere.” I tried to say as seriously as I could; which happened to be not that much.

Dallas rolled his eyes and backed out of the room until he was standing in the doorway between the hallway and the bedroom, taking up position.

I found Sebastian outside, snake still curling around his arms, and a worried Adeline standing beside him. “Do you think my other pets will be okay in that?”

I walked up on the latest comment, and Sebastian’s expression clearly said, ‘Fix this.’

“It’s not the harmful smoke from a fire. It’s just from the guy chain smoking his pot.” I tried.

“So you don’t consider pot smoke harmful at all, or is it only to animals you don’t consider it harmful to?” She asked curiously.

Uh-oh. I knew a loaded question when I heard one. The question was, what exactly was she wanting me to say? That I didn’t think weed was that bad, or that weed was the devil. Or was she only worried about her animals, and not herself?

Jesus. I hated women’s minds. Why couldn’t they just be straight forward?

“I think your pets will be fine. The smoke will clear out once we open a few windows, and you can do the same in your place.” I sidestepped.

She smiled widely at me. “Nice save you just made there.”

“How many animals do you have up there anyway?” I asked curiously.

She blushed. “Well, quite a few actually. But they’re all in cages. And it’s only temporary. I saved them.”

Sebastian, who’d been doing his best to ignore the woman until she said she’d saved them, looked at me with widened eyes.

“From a facility that wasn’t taking care of them.” She hedged.

Then little facts started sinking in, mainly in the form of a huge news story that was sweeping over the South.

A week ago, a facility in Southern Louisiana that supposedly ‘didn’t test on animals’ had some lab equipment go missing and they suspected an ex-employee. That ex-employee being about 5’5 with black hair and gray eyes, uncannily similar to the woman standing in front of me.

“Well, I think it’s time for you to get Monty back into his cage. The police will be here any minute.” Sebastian informed her, holding out his arms for Adeline to take the snake.

Adeline didn’t waste any time hustling back up the stairs without a goodbye, and I couldn’t help but be intrigued. A woman that looked like her didn’t strike me as working in a testing facility at all.

Annalise wasn’t a bad woman. I just liked my women a little less…brash and ballsy.

Annalise was a seasoned detective on the Benton Police Department, and she’s beautiful. But beauty wasn’t the only thing I was looking for. I liked my women soft and warm, not cold and hard.

I’d gone out with Annalise for nearly five months before I finally realized that no matter how much work I put into the relationship, I would never be able to make it work. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t approve of the Dixie Wardens and went out of her way to make that known.

“Annalise,” I nodded. “How are you?”

“What have we got?” She said briskly, ignoring the niceties that I tried to engage her in.

Annalise didn’t know why our relationship didn’t work, and I never had the desire to explain to her that she was too much like one of the guys, rather than a girlfriend. I didn’t think she’d appreciate that too much. Instead, I’d just told her I wasn’t interested in her anymore and left it at that.

Harsh, yes, but in the end it saved some hurt feelings on her part.

Sebastian answered her question when she raised her eyebrows at me in question. “Older male, late seventies. Dead. Sword through the chest.”

“Witnesses?” She asked.

They both shrugged.

“Alright, back off and let me do my job.” She ordered and left to speak with the officer that was first on the scene.

“You heard the man,” Sebastian said.

At my glare, Sebastian laughed.

“Funny.” I growled.

Lani Lynn Vale is a married mother of three living in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She is currently a student pursuing her bachelor’s degree in nursing. When she’s not cooking, cleaning, wiping dirty faces free of permanent marker stains, going to school, or running errands, you can find her at her computer lost in her fictional character’s world.

LOGAN’S LONESTAR HEROES, a new western romantic suspense series by Becky McGraw

Dave Logan, former recon marine and ex-cop is a man who lived inside the box of government restrictions and red tape for many years. When he had enough of seeing criminals and corruption continue despite his best efforts because of that red tape, he decided to do something about it. He assembled a group of likeminded men with unique skill sets, cowboys of a different sort, to combat crime in the new wild, wild west.Deep Six Security exists to fill the gap between the right and wrong side of the law. The men of Deep Six operate just beyond the box. They are willing to do what it takes to keep their home state safe. They are patriots, rebels and most importantly renegades. They are as different as night and day, but they have one thing in common, their love of God, country and the great state of Texas.

If the six pack doesn’t work, there’s always a shotgun and a shovel…

About the New Release:

TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes)

Release Date: November 10th

Blurb:

Dave Logan, owner of Deep Six Security, is stunned when former Dallas FBI head, Susan Whitmore, darkens his doorstep accusing him of being the cause of her losing her job. After hearing her situation, Dave feels something he never expects to feel–sorry for her. But he also knows any problems she had at the agency were all her own fault. The woman has a tongue so sharp it could rip a man to shreds, and had many times. There was a reason her agents dubbed her the Barracuda.

Although Dave needs agents in the worst way, and Susan, with an IQ higher than Einstein, better skills and more experience than any of his men, along with a master’s degree in criminal justice, is more than qualified to be a member of his team, he just doesn’t need the drama she and her mouth would bring to Deep Six . Even as his brain said no way though, his damned white-knight complex forces him to offer her a job as his temporary secretary.

Realizing he’s made a huge mistake hiring her, Dave calls in favors to get her interviews to get her out of his office. Before he can get rid of her though, Dave gets a new case only Susan can help him with. A wealthy Dallas oilman and his trophy wife ordered a designer baby from a local fertility clinic, and the surrogate has gone missing with the baby. The couple wants Deep Six Security to investigate the facility and find the baby, but the only way Dave can do that is to get inside. To get inside his only option is to go undercover with Susan, posing as a wealthy married couple looking for a baby. What they find when they get to the spa-like compound is frightening. Payoffs, missing surrogates and young women being used as lab rats are just the tip of the iceberg.

Can two alpha personalities, both used to being in charge, work together long enough to figure out what’s going on at the clinic, or will they kill each other before the bad guys at the facility have a chance? If they’re lucky, perhaps the delicious friction between them will turn into something so hot the place spontaneously combusts. Or if they’re luckier, maybe it will turn into something which might just last till death do them part.

Please join Becky McGraw’s release day party for TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes) on November 10th from 5pm – 10pm CST hosted on the Panty dropping Book Blog page! Giving away a TON of prizes, and so will the surprise guest authors who drop by to help us celebrate. I’ve even heard rumors that DAVE LOGAN (aka Don Allen Fitness Model) might stop by for a few minutes to party with us!

Owen Marina is a name well-known in Washington, D.C.
It is synonymous with freedom, liberty, and truth. He is co-founder of the Convergence party; a third party dominating the benchmark polls in the historic 2016 election.

He wasn’t always a celebrity. He was just a regular, booze-drinking post grad of Georgetown University, working for the EPA as a field chemist. That was until the Confinement—the most heinous act committed by the federal government in history. He was assigned District 1, as was Cole Pavich, who would become the co-founder of their party. For them District 1 was not only a prison-camp, but a breeding ground for unorthodox ideas, and solutions to the problems that plagued American politics. With his new found popularity, women wanted him, men wanted to be him, but—life as a workaholic was lonely. At 27 he was single, lived alone, and had a performance street bike as his only companion.

At the final debate, just weeks before the final election, there is a terrorist attack; the pipe-bombs kill a dozen, and injure many more. He awakes in the hospital, to discover Cole in the ICU, in critical condition. Later that day, it is revealed on the news that the main suspect is deceased, and the other suspect is him. Owen Marina is the most-wanted fugitive in the United States. How will he expose the truth? When the media is against him, the interconnected actions of a brave few might be his only hope.

Allen Longstreet is a fiction author who resides in Hickory, North Carolina. Now at 21, he has been writing ever since he was a child, and novels have always been the goal. With a background in Botany and Ecological sciences, he has a preference in Post-Apocalyptic and survival. Allen has a strong interest with contemporary issues and problems society faces in this day and age. He plans on writing across a broad-spectrum of fiction, creating characters and stories we all can become attached to.

Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Four years ago, Bee Carter left her tiny hometown, escaping her tormenters. She concealed her tarnished reputation under a good-girl persona, hiding her history from Nicolas, her strong and silent billionaire; Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker; and Cyndi, her man-crazy best friend.

Today, she’s returning home … and she’s not alone. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets will be revealed. Trust will be tested. Clothing and inhibitions will be discarded. Bee and her hometown will never be the same.

When her past and her present collide, will any of Bee’s relationships survive?

Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.

Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.

But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.

Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?

Belinda “Bee” Carter isn’t quite sure what she’s gotten herself into. She’s been receiving mysterious messages from a secret admirer who is sending her more and more erotic dares. Each time she fulfills his desires, she gets rewarded. She’s convinced that her mystery texter is one of two super-hot men—Nicolas, the handsome billionaire, or Hawke, the sexy biker—but she can’t tell which one it is. And she’s coming to realize that beneath her peaches-and-cream exterior beats a heart that longs to play out all of her most secret fantasies.

As the stakes are raised again, will Bee succumb to the sensual allure of this latest dare?

Author Bio:

Author of over 65 books, Cynthia Sax is a brilliant writer who can make you care about a demon or an alien just as much as she could for a human. Her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, but they will do anything for the women they love, and they love the same woman forever.

Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.